Well Wishers Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Tell me O, friends, lovers or well wishers
Where should I sing heartily and finish?
All those verses and hymns produced in mind
Not that much worth to create appeal for blind

I wish to sing among poor and destitute
People will mind if I am found among prostitutes
I will be called fame hungry if make base in institute
Can you suggest me a place where it can really suit?

Songs and short poems are not worth to be called
Many a times my move has been stalled
I fear about back lash and strong criticism
Even though it has something to speak about humanism

I paint poor man’s plight and hunger
People frown at me with anger
“I am inciting their feelings” they say and oppose
I sit back and think for proper words to choose

I go back and ponder over misery and poverty
That has been decided by heavenly fate and almighty
I have no means to alleviate and mitigate
My words can appeal to all and certainly state

Come to my rescue and help me a little
Offer me hollow words if not fruit like an apple
I shall accept it without any reservation
This will boost my thought process and strengthen the relation

I have no other source to ask for feed back
As such there is no hard feeling or something at stake
I want to offer my views for general consumption
If that can open new thinking for resumption

We have remained mentally different
Ideas, attitude too differ with temperament
Men turn blood hungry with little news of blasphemy
Humanity cries against such move and turns gloomy

How can I create bridge of friendship and trust?
What all steps are needed to strengthen it or must?
I can go to any extent and compose the poem
Some one must feed and apprise me of them